When the woods were completely darkened, and only the shadows of the wind were left, Esther looked up and noticed that the night had risen tonight in a moonlit crimson, and the color of blood poured into the dark and dormant valley.

Under the trees and grass, there was nothing but the sound of the wind, as if birds and beasts were holding their breath, out of the instinct of survival to avoid the evil that roamed nearby.

Esther pinched the bridge of her nose twice and cheered up, "What an uncomfortable night."

"Sounds like you don't like moonlight so much." Benjamin had broken away from the magpie form and was standing beside Esther, a few strands of soft golden-brown hair hanging down in a scattered manner, slightly blocking the disc glasses on his right.

His green, deep eyes were always fixed at the sky, occasionally glancing at the spire of the castle.

Esther corrected his wording, "It's a hate, I hate the red moon."

Benjamin cautiously avoided the subject, and he had the confidence not to show his flaws. But continuing to talk about this, it is easy for Benjamin to think of the fact that Esther once brought "Little Seven", which makes him even more resistant.

After confirming that the compass had been making "normal" turns, Benjamin continued to wait for the moment when the moon rose to the highest point in the night sky, and he always subconsciously avoided making eye contact with Esther, so that in the end both of them hung their heads and thought about their own affairs.

Esther still sat on the stump, absentmindedly rubbing the base of the compass, boredly picking at the dull lump at the edges.

"Tomorrow's ***, talk less." Benjamin whispered.

To Esther's surprise, he would speak first, and she nodded, "I know, after all, it's the first time I've been in a meeting, and I shouldn't be too positive."

Benjamin lifted his lens: "That's not what it means, because I am the one who brought you into the club, and you will only be questioned more loudly." Even within '***, I'm not very popular, because I haven't changed the person who has been the host for hundreds of years, and they've always been unhappy with me."

Esther turned to Benjamin and asked curiously, "But since you are the initiator of the Hermit Society of Destiny, shouldn't you be the president?"

"I'm just the presiding officer, because the place we *** is a secret underground palace left by the Jacob family." Benjamin shook his head in annoyance, "There are two other people in the same sequence of three in ***, but neither of them is from the Jacob family."

"I thought there would be a second sequence......

Benjamin tugged at the corners of his mouth, "My advice is to run when you see Sequence 2, because the 'thief' who has reached this level is enough to see the anomaly on you. Of course, there is also a reason, and it is likely to be an Amun clone."

Esther frowned, "How much do you know about His doppelganger?"

The smile on Benjamin's face faded, and he was silent for a few seconds, his green eyes rolling on Esther's face. His eyes were too complicated for Esther to understand, nor to read the deep meaning in Benjamin's eyes, so he could only look back quietly.

Eventually, Benjamin retracted his gaze and landed on the castle in the distance, shaking his head:

"Amun's doppelganger itself has the personality of an angel, because it is based on the 'worm of time', each of which is equivalent to a weak sequence four, with a mythical creature basis of divinity.

"It is difficult to conclude a fixed pattern of their actions, and there are scattered and gathered Amon's clones. That's the most troublesome part, you don't know how many Amuns are around, they can be anywhere, they can become anyone."

He pointed to the rotating compass in Esther's hand, "If there were too many Amun in the air nearby, at least now we can know."

"Will he chase him?"

Benjamin noticed that Esther's fingers on the edge of the compass were tightening, and her uneasiness made Benjamin hook the corners of his mouth again: "No, He will only make us hide more hidden, He will not do this."

He is not a hunter, he only does it at the most critical moments, in the entertainment where everything is ready.

Benjamin looked at Esther, who was barely comforted, his fingers slightly raised

The urge to tell her true identity reappeared.

Benjamin raised his hand to take off his glasses, grabbed a handkerchief, and wiped the lens of his right eye.

The "thief's" honesty is too heavy, and Zoya's anchoring ability makes the connection a two-way street.

Benjamin was clearly aware that he was withdrawing from his perception of being Amun. He didn't know if it was good or bad, but Benjamin figured out how "Little Seven" and "Little Five" were distorted.

Being, he would be interested in the information he gave back, Benjamin thought with a smile, putting his glasses back on his face, a smile that was a little sarcastic.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, the mutation began.

The crimson moonlight condensed above the castle, and in a piercing shriek, an even more dazzling crimson light bloomed, and a miniature red full moon rose from the castle, completely enveloping it.

The next moment, the ancient castle, which had collapsed for a long time, began to fly up from the ground, suspended dozens of meters above the ground.

A large number of debris fell from beneath the castle, revealing a large mass of dark red roots coiled at the bottom, which still hung straight down and even pierced into the ground. The protruding surface of the root can be seen in the transparent bubbles of the outer membrane, and the bright red liquid is tumbling inside.

It made the castle look more like some kind of plant rooted in the ground than a building, and now it was awakened under the full moon and slowly propping itself up.

The plants that covered the abandoned building began to squeeze and support each other, nourished by the moonlight, and they quickly grew and spread, filling the gaps in the castle with their own rattans and branches.

The facades were reerected in the support of tree branches, huge canopies swirled over towers, and blood-colored rivers gushed out of the void and swirled around the castle. The crimson moonlight condensed into a solid form, building a wide staircase from the ground to the castle gate, which seemed to be covered with a red carpet, making those who saw it have the urge to step on it, and be seduced by this strange castle.

It now looked more than ancient, but in a lush grandeur, surrounded by an eerie crimson moonlight and a small full moon hanging high above the castle, staring at the blood moon of the dark sky.

An ancient castle suspended in mid-air, surrounded by blood-colored rivers gushing from the void.

The valley was silent, or the sounds of the castle were amplified, and cheerful and graceful music, with a strange rhythm that was intoxicating, was being sent out to anyone who heard it.

Esther's breathing grew heavier, "This is a ...... Spectacular."

She didn't know how to describe what she saw, but the shocking and strange change made her feel more uncomfortable with the castle suddenly.

Just looking at it from afar, there seemed to be a disgusting smell of blood that was so sweet that it lingered on the tip of her nose, and with the sound of that soul-piercing music, Esther's eyes wandered between trance and disgust.

Something cold touched the back of Esther's hand, causing her to shiver and recover from the daze of being attracted.

But before Esther jerked back, her hand was already being grasped.

Benjamin was still looking in the direction of the castle: "Let's go."

Esther stared down at her compass, trying to adjust her slightly confused consciousness with the constantly rotating hands. Her heart was beating a little fast, and it was hard to say if it was because of the danger of the castle or because Benjamin was holding her hand.

Benjamin noticed that Esther had flinched, her arms looking unnatural from the tension, but to his surprise, Esther had not withdrawn her hand directly, nor was she annoyed or blushing as he had expected.

Esther's nervous reactions were too indifferent to make Benjamin feel bored.

But instead of letting go, he asked, "You look nervous?"

"I thought something was sneaking up on me while I was distracted." Esther admits that she needs to pick up speed to keep up with Benjamin.

This was not entirely wrong, and Benjamin couldn't help but let out a low sigh

Laughing, she's still a little angry when she looks at it this way.

"You sound proud," Esther heard the chuckle, her voice less calm, "are you confident enough to escape from that castle?"

Benjamin's expression was much more serious, and he also took the opportunity to get down to business to avoid the suspicions that Esther might have about him:

"I know something about it, and I can try to answer whatever you want to know, but we're going to walk there anyway. Flying over or approaching with extraordinary abilities will attract the attention of that miniature red moon and make it more dangerous."

"Is it alive or is it a building eroded by extraordinary power?" Esther was too impressed by the sight of the castle rising, but because Benjamin had been holding her hand, she could not even show the slightest hesitation in the speed of her walk.

Benjamin pointed to the small red crimson moon at the top of the castle: "It was originally a castle belonging to the Marquis of the Blood Clan, and the scope of the Trenthorst Empire in the Quaternary period included most of today's Rune. In that year, with the marriage of Ornia to Ornia by the Night Emperor Trenthorst, the Bloodlines became important supporters of the Trenthorst Empire after this union."

Esther couldn't help frowning, and as the two walked through the dense woods, the singing and music in the castle became clearer and clearer: "But this castle looks ......."

"Yes, it is no longer a mere castle, but is impregnated with even more terrible forces, including a Marquis of the Blood, who died tragically under siege by the Trensoster army and the Blood, but the evil spirits he left behind still haunt here. Whenever the red moon becomes full, He will be awakened by the power of the moon."

"Why is this happening?"

Benjamin smiled and raised a finger to the top: "That Marquis of the Blood Clan has been specially polluted, and just beyond this sky, there are several beings with bad intentions."

Esther looked up at the crimson moon overhead, and a chill crept up her back.

To add to her fears, Benjamin added, "They are all above the true God."

Esther let out a long sigh of relief, "You'd better talk about what we're going to do next, and get the conversation back to the castle."